“No - for fuck’s sake, Yuuji, stop it.”
Yuuji pulls back a little, looking pouty and defiant all at once. “I keep giving you what you want,” he says, sounding outright petulant, “and you never give me anything back.”
Yuuji pulls back a little, looking pouty and defiant all at once. “I keep giving you what you want,” he says, sounding outright petulant, “and you never give me anything back.”
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Yuuji lights up. “You’ll fuck me?”
“𝘕𝘰 - anything but that.”
Yuuji pouts again. “That’s the only thing that would make me stop.”
He winds his arms tighter around Sukuna’s neck and pulls him in.
Whoever taught Yuuji this shit did a good job. Sukuna still kind of wants to kill them, though.
“For fuck’s sake, Yuuji - do you want us to come in our pants right before dinner?”
“I’ll take a shower and change.”
“And me?”
Yuuji grins. “I don’t want you to come unless I get to see it.”
“You’re not touching my cock, brat.”
Yuuji whines again, digging his teeth into his bottom lip with a pleading look at Sukuna.